Taught By My Student Pt 15

Nick visited me during my lunch break. He didn't rush to me immediately and started undressing me, which was weird. His look was serious.

''Hey.'' I smiled at him.

''We need to talk.'' He said.

''Nick, you know...''

''That you need more time. Yeah, you said that. But I've given you a lot of time. You used that time to fuck Darryl. So I want an answer. Now. Who will you choose?''

I was awestruck. I couldn't muster a word.

''Well?''

''I uh...''

He was looking at me.

''Nick, I love you.''

''So you keep saying, but I don't know if I believe you anymore.''

I stood silent.

''Well, I guess I'll be going,'' he said and started walking to the door.

''Nick, wait! Stay, please.''

He turned around.

''I choose you.''

He grinned, rushed to me, and ripped my blouse off.

''You know, for a second, I really thought you'd let me leave.'' He said when we were lying on the ground, in my cabinet.

''I think, for a second, I thought about it. But it was unimaginable.''

''I'm glad.'' He kissed me.

Suddenly his phone rang. He sprang up and picked it up.

''Fuck, I have to go. I'll see you later.'' He kissed me, got dressed, and left me there.

Suddenly, when he was gone, I felt the weight of what I've done.

I couldn't teach another class that day, so I asked Claire to take the rest for me.

I got in my car and drove away. I was driving for hours, just thinking. About Nick, about Darryl, about Roger. About what should I do.

I decided to clear my head and not think about it for a minute.

The minute became an hour and the hour became the rest of the day.

I slept in a motel that night.

When I woke up, I rushed to the bathroom to throw up.

Weird, I wasn't drinking last night. Maybe I'm gonna be sick. I could use that. To avoid Nick and Darryl.

I drove home and called the principal, that I wouldn't be coming to work, at least for the rest of the week.

Roger was at work. I turned my phone off and went to sleep.

When I woke up, I threw up again.

When it didn't get better the next day, I went to my doctor.

''You're absolutely okay.'' Doctor Joy said.

''But I keep throwing up. I have to be sick.'' I objected.

''On the opposite, Jennifer. You're absolutely okay. In fact, you both are.''

''Wait what? What do you mean by that?''

''You're pregnant.''

My head started spinning. I thought I was gonna faint. ''What do you mean by that? I... I can't.''

''You are. It is a reason to celebrate, Jennifer. You will welcome a child to this world.''

''I... uh. Thank you, doctor.''

Without saying anything else, I got up and walked out.

I couldn't keep my tears in and started crying before I even got to my car.

I just sat in the car outside of the house and cried.

I can't tell Roger. Or Nick. I don't even know whose baby it is.

When Roger came home, I pretended I was asleep.

I stayed at home for the rest of the week.

I ignored all calls and texts from Nick or Darryl.

Avoiding Roger was much harder since we lived together.

On Monday, I had to go to school, I tried my best to avoid Nick.

We didn't have a class together, and I didn't run into him in the hall.

When the final bell rang, I rushed out. I almost thought I made it, when I saw Darryl.

''What...''

''Am I doing here!?''

I was speechless.

''You have been ignoring me for a week! You have missed your lesson.''

''I uh...''

''You what?! Get undressed.'' He commanded.

''I... I don't want to.'' I whispered.

He ripped my blouse and pulled my chain. The pain made me go to my knees.

''Get undressed and get in the car!''

''Yes, Master,'' I mumbled.

He released me, and I got undressed.

Darryl grabbed all my clothes, and I waited, disgracefully, for him to open the door for me.

When I was in the car, he gave me the blindfold and cuffed my hands.

He didn't touch me or speak to me the whole drive.

The car stopped. He opened the door for me and helped me out.

Then he grabbed my chain and walked me somewhere.

By now, I could already tell we were going to his apartment.

''Kneel!'' He said when we entered the room.

I was kneeling on the hard wooden floor, waiting for what he would do and for my punishment.

I heard his steps getting closer.

''Stand up!'' He ordered.

He uncuffed my hands and tied them above my head.

Something tickled my back.

Bang!

A whip hit my butt.

''Count!''

He hit me again.

''One.'' I mustered through the pain.

Whip!

''Two.''

''Louder!''

Again.

''Three.''

Another.

''Four.''

And again.

''Five.''

I was breathing deeply.

''Six,'' I said when the whip hit me again.

''Seven.''

Slash!

''Eight.''

And another.

''Nine.''

My knees started shaking. I was awaiting another blow. Then it came.

''Ten.''

No more slashes came.

Darryl untied my hands, and I fell to my knees.

He undid my blindfold.

''Now, I wanna know why you ignored me.'' He said, towering over me.

''I...''

His look made me blush.

''I'm pregnant.''

Deadly silence filled the room.

Darryl was looking at me, not saying anything.

''Are you sure?'' He then said.

''Yes. I'm sure. And that's why we have to stop this. I don't know whose baby it is, but Roger can't find out.''

He grinned.

''But he will find out, eventually. When the baby is born, and it's black. Don't tell me you think you will be able to lie your way out of that. Or maybe it's not because of your husband. Maybe it's because of someone else. I've noticed the way he looks at you.''

''What... Who?'' I panicked.

''Nick. He's young and stupid. He tasted a good pussy for the first time, and he thinks he's in love.''

''But...''

''But what? Don't tell me you love him too. What a cliche that would be. The teacher fell in love with her student.'' He laughed.

I felt a tear go down my cheek.

''Maybe you're forgetting one thing. You're a Black Cock Slut. Being knocked up doesn't change anything. You can tell your husband if you want, or wait till the baby is born and surprise him.'' Darryl grinned at me.

''Either way, nothing changes for you. You belong to me. And if you or Nick try something, remember that I have a lot of videos and photos of you. Of you fucking your students, of you being a good slut, having cocks in your holes, being covered in cum. And unless you want people to see them, I would advise you to behave.''

I wasn't saying anything. I could muster a word. I was just trying to hold back tears. And act like it doesn't turn me on a bit.

''Well?''

''Yes, Master,'' I whispered.

''I can't hear you.''

''Yes, Master. I am sorry, Master.'' I said, standing there in shame.

''Good. Now let's stop with this bullshit, and let's catch up on what we missed.'' Darryl said and stepped towards me. His hand squeezed my breast. The other one went down and between my legs.

He started fingering me while sucking on my nipples.

Then he laid me on the bed and pushed me down. His cock entered me, and in no time, he was pounding my pussy.

Darryl grabbed my hands and pulled my upper body up as his cock was still thrusting in and out.

Suddenly, I broke out in a cold sweat. Someone was standing outside, looking at us.

Two men and a woman. All three of them were watching us, staring at us with amazement.

I wanted to say something. At least I closed my eyes.

Darryl whispered in my ear. ''Open your eyes. Look at them. Accept the shame. Like a good slut.''

I opened my eyes. They were still there. Looking at us. Looking at me, being fucked like a dirty whore.

The embarrassment slowly changed into excitement. It made me more horny, being watched by complete strangers. I came.

They seemed to like it and waited for me to cum again.

Then Darryl came. He filled my pussy with cum. He let my arms go, and I collapsed on the bed. Darryl pulled out and walked away.

After a while, I dared to get up.

They were gone.

I went to the bathroom. The cum was leaking out of me and dripping down my thigh.

I took a shower, and Darryl took me home.

''I thought it would be punishment for you.'' He said in the car. ''But it seems you've enjoyed it, a lot. Just proves you're a natural slut.''

I didn't answer.

The car stopped in front of our house. I saw lights inside.

''You can go.'' Darryl said.

I got out of the car.

''Next lesson is Thursday, as usual. You better be ready.''

''Yes, Master,'' I said, looking down.

''If you want to tell your husband, go on. He'll find out anyway. And don't worry, I'll take care of my sluts.''

Then he drove away.

I went to the house, slowly.

Roger ran to me when the door opened.

''Jen? Where have you been? Are you okay? How are you feeling?''

''Uh, good. I think I'm gonna go to sleep.''

''Wait. You've been acting weird this past week. Are you okay? You know you can tell me. I'm here for you.''

''I'm okay.''

''Are you still sick?''

''No!''

''Then what is it?''

''I'M PREGNANT!''

''What?'' Roger was awestruck. ''Really? Are you? Really?''

''Yes.''

''Are you not happy? That's good news. We're gonna have a baby.'' He hugged me.

I started crying, pretending they were tears of joy and not guilt.

I didn't tell Nick for at least three more weeks.

Darryl made sure I was free of all the other boys, at least for the duration of my pregnancy, so that wasn't a problem.

Roger thought the baby was his.

''Wait, you're pregnant? And is it? Is it mine?'' Nick asked.

''Yes.'' I lied. Although I didn't know whose baby it was so technically it wasn't lying.

''Oh my god. And what about your husband? What about Darryl?''

''I haven't seen Darryl since I chose you. And considering Roger. You have to understand that we have been married for almost ten years. I can't just tell him like that. It will take some time before I can tell him the whole truth.''

''Okay, I get that. As long as it's you and me. I can wait a bit longer.'' Nick kissed me.

For the next four months, I have lived a triple life.

A family life with Roger, who was preparing to be a father.

A secret love affair with my student, Nick, who thought I would get divorced soon and stay with him.

And a life of Black Cock Slut. Darryl's whore.

In this time Darryl taught me how to be a good slut. He trained my asshole for fisting, tortured my breasts and clit, made me worship his beautiful cock, or controlled my orgasms.

I also fucked more strangers. One at a fair, on a date with Roger. One at Nick's football game. In the theatre and even at my friend's wedding.

For some time, everything seemed to be okay.

''So are you gonna be okay?'' Roger asked.

''Yes. I'm pregnant, not handicapped. You can leave me here for a week.''

''Okay, but if you need something, call me. And be careful.''

''Don't worry,'' I assured him and kissed him goodbye.

Later that day a bell rang. I rushed to the door to see who it was. When I opened the door, I was shocked. It was Nick.

He never came to my house. We wouldn't risk it.

''Nick?''

''Hey.'' He kissed me.

''What are you doing?!''

''What? He's not here. So I thought...''

''Well maybe Roger is not here but we still have neighbors. And they can see if I'm kissing someone in the doorway. Who's not my husband.''

''Don't worry. They won't see us. And it doesn't matter anyway. You're divorcing him, so...''

''Yeah, right.'' I agreed. ''Well, come on in.'' I quickly closed the door behind him.

''Wow, nice place.'' Nick comented on our house.

He dropped his bag and threw himself on me.

He started kissing me and my neck. His mouth worked its way to my breasts.

Nick started licking them. When he squeezed one, something came out.

''What the fuck?!'' He jumped back.

''It's breast milk, you silly.'' I laughed. ''It's already coming out.''

''Oh yeah, sorry. I didn't realize.''

''It's okay. Just watch out when you're sucking them.''

He didn't find it funny.

Suddenly, Nick became more serious. He approached me again and caressed my belly.

''How are you feeling?'' He asked.

''Oh, come on. Roger has been like this since it started to show. It's like some reflex. I'm sick of it. You don't have to treat me like I'm sick. I'm alright.''

''Actually.'' I approached him and rested one of my hands on his chest and another on his crotch. ''I could use a bit more roughness. Fuck me. Fuck me hard, baby. Like you used to. Like I'm your little bitch.'' I whispered in his ear.

''But... Jen, I don't want to hurt you. Let's just be careful.''

''No. I'm sick of people around me being careful. I want you to fuck me. I want you to violate my holes again, like you used to.'' As I said that, I grabbed and squeezed his ballsack.

Nick whined.

''Okay.'' He grinned. ''As you wish.''

As he said it, he pushed me down. I opened my mouth, and he slid his cock in.

At first, I was bobbing my head slowly. Then, my pace picked up.

When Nick got comfortable with it, he grabbed my hair, pulled them, and started fucking my throat.

His cock was ramming in deep.

''Oh fuck, your cock is so good. Fuck me, Nick. Fuck me, baby.''

''Okay, but...''

''Oh, come on. If you're afraid you'd hurt me fuck my asshole.''

He grinned at me. ''Sounds good.''

I laid on the conference table, and Nick railed my anal.

''Ahhhh, I'm cumming.'' Nick cried out and sprayed my pregnant belly and my tits with his warm cum.

I squeezed my breast and licked the cum mixed with my breast milk.

''You're freaky.'' Nick laughed.

We spent together most of the week. I didn't have a lesson with Darryl that week, so nothing was holding us back from fucking all day, every day.

It was Friday, and Nick skipped school and stayed home with me. He made me a breakfast in bed and fucked me. Then made me a bath and fucked me, all wet and soapy on the bathroom floor.

After lunch, we took a nap. When we woke up Nick gave me a foot massage. It evolved, just as everything that week into sex.

I was lying on the couch and Nick was pounding my asshole.

Just then I heard the door.

Before we could do anything, Roger was standing in the door. Looking at Nick's huge black cock, being balls deep in my stretched asshole.

Roger got angry. He threw his briefcase away.

''WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!''

''Roger, baby. I...''

''YOU WHAT?! HUH? YOU WHAT?! YOU'RE FUCKING SOMEONE WHILE I'M OUT OF TOWN?''

''Roger...''

''STOP SAYING MY FUCKING NAME! IS THAT ALL YOU CAN SAY?!''

''Hey, stop screaming at her!'' Nick interjected.

''What?'' Roger was furious. ''Who the fuck do you even think you are?''

Roger grabbed Nick and threw him onto the ground.

''Fucking my wife, and you have the audacity to talk back to me? GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE.''

He approached Nick again. Tried to grab him. Nick raised his fist to strike.

''ROGER NO!'' I shouted.

''Nick, please go.''

He looked at me.

''PLEASE GO!''

Nick pushed Roger away, took his clothes, and walked out of the house.

Roger was standing in the middle of the room. The sleeve of his suit ripped. His tie was messed up.

I was sitting on the couch, naked and in shame.

Roger didn't even look at me. He just walked away, to the kitchen.

I put my robe on and followed him. He was standing at the counter. Chugging one glass of bourbon after another.

''How could you do this to me?'' He asked without looking at me.

''Roger, I...''

''You what? YOU WHAT?!''

''I'm sorry,'' I mumbled through the tears.

''Oh, you're sorry.'' He laughed. ''Well, that's nice. You didn't seem to be sorry when he was balls-deep in you. You didn't seem...'' Suddenly, he stopped.

He looked at me. ''Tell me, is the baby even mine?''

My silence was the answer.

Roger smiled. I sensed the pain in his smile. He finished his glass, took the whole bottle, and walked by me.

He stopped in the hallway.

''I want you gone. Pack your things and leave the house.''

''Roger...''

''Save it. You can go live with him.''

Then he left.

I broke down crying. I couldn't stop crying until I cried myself to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, Roger wasn't there.

I was hopeless. I had no idea what to do.

It was around nine when Nick texted me.

Nick: Are you okay?

Nick:?????

Nick: I know you've seen my messages. Can we meet? I'll be at your house in 20

''So he told me to pack my stuff and leave the house,'' I said, on the verge of crying again. Although I think I had no tears left.

''Fuck. Wasn't he supposed to come back on Saturday?''

''That was the plan. But that doesn't matter. I told you this can't happen. I didn't want him to find like this.''

''If you ever even wanted to tell him,'' Nick remarked.

''That's not fair. And definitely not the right time.'' I burst out crying. I guess I had some tears left.

''I'm sorry. I didn't want to make you cry.''

''Well, you did.''

He sighed.

''It's okay.'' I calmed down. ''But now I have to figure out what to do next.''

''I'm here for you. Anything you need.''

''Yeah, but you don't have a job or a place to live. You can't take care of yourself, not mentioning me and the baby.''

''We'll figure it out.'' Nick caressed my cheek and kissed me.

I didn't say a word. ''Take me home. I need to pack my things and figure out what to do next.'' I said then.

''Uh... okay.''

I packed all my belongings and left the house. One last look at the house we bought four years ago. The house we wanted to grow old together in.

''So, what now?'' Nick asked when he loaded my suitcases.

''Take me to a motel.''

''You wanna stay in a motel?''

''No! But what other choice do I have? I can't really come to live with you. Or what do you imagine we would tell to your parents? 'Mom, Dad, this is Jennifer. My teacher. I knocked her up.' That's what your plan is? Or what?''

''I... I don't know.''

''Right. So take me to a motel.''

''Do you want me to go with you?'' Nick asked.

''No.''

''Okay. I'll call you.''

I didn't say anything and walked away.

Nick carried my suitcases for me and then left.

I sat on the bed for hours, thinking about what I've done and what I will do next.

Then I fell asleep.

On Monday, I decided to go to school. I needed to forget all of that, and work just might have been the thing.

At least, I thought, until I arrived at school.

Students were all over the halls. Even though the first period already started. I made my way to the classroom.

''Okay, everybody. Calm down and return to the classroom.''

''Are you kidding me? When this is happening?'' Some student said to me.

''What do you mean? What is happening?''

''You haven't heard? Chris Barnett has been nailing Ms. Michaels. They caught them before the first period. Right in the class, he was clapping her cheeks.''

I almost fainted.

WHAT?! NO. This can't be happening. No. Do they know? About the rest of the boys? About Claire and Me? FUCK!

I locked myself in my cabinet. I had to sit down. My head was spinning. This definitely wasn't good for the baby. Hell, this wasn't good for me.

Although I thought it was impossible I burst out in tears again.

This can't be happening. Why me?

My phone rang. It was Nick.

Nick: Are you in school? Have you heard?

Me: I'm in my cabinet.

He was there in no time.

''Don't worry, okay? I talked to the guys, Chris won't say anything. Although I'm not that sure about Ms. Michaels.''

''Oh god.''

''She'll stay quiet,'' Claire said standing in the door.

''Claire...''

''It's like you haven't learned. Rachel was stupid and reckless. That's why she got caught. And you're here discussing your involvement in it with an open door.''

''Sorry, I... It's just been a lot lately.''

''It's okay. Just be careful. Let this be a warning.''